A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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bachpan bit gaya

बचपन बीत गया लड़कपन में, जवानी बीत रह�

King For A Day

I'm resting here quite regally,

The feature of the table.

Surrounded by potatoes

Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari... Network me aa awaaj nai aa rhi ^_^

Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari...
wah wah..

Tumhari adaao pe main wari wari...

HAMARI HARI BHARI DHARTI

हरी भरी धरती हो

नीला आसमान रहे

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DOST JAB AAP JAISA MILA KARTA HAI

साथ अगर दो तो मुस्कायेंगे जरुर

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aalok kare jan bharat

नव-जीवन का वैभव जाग्रत हो जनगण में,

JAB HUM BICHAD JAYENGE

एक दिन जब हम बिछड़ जाएंगे

हमेशा के

HUMAZAD HUY LAD KAR

हम तो आज़ाद हुए लड़कर पर

आज़ादी के

Don't Give Up
We wait for what we long for
We long for what we need
Impatience and Anxiety
Give root to e

The Guitar Of Time

On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,

the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo